Guilty: Murder of his lover

Waist-high weeds were billowing like billowing green sea waves.

Bin Muchuan stepped on the finished cigarette butt, looked at Ke Ziming coldly: "doctor, do you really not know or are you pretending not to know?"

Ke Ziming remained silent, letting the mountain wind mess up his hair.

Bin Muchuan continued: "I made it very clear that day, Mingming is suspected, you'd better not interfere."

Ke Ziming also looked up at the other party seriously: "Officer Bin Mou, I know you are suspicious of him, I just want to help him..."

"Help him conceal his criminal behavior?" Bin Muchuan narrowed his eyes, and his tone was somewhat dangerous.

Ke Ziming shook his head: "No, I just want to help find the truth. If he really committed a crime, I hope I can be his reliance."

"Oh, really? Aren't your doctors busy with work?"

Ke Ziming replied, "I asked for leave."

"Okay, whatever you want, but I warn you not to hinder my work." Bin Muchuan looked at the other party, the warning in his eyes was very obvious.

"I won't hinder you." Ke Ziming bowed to the old detective.

Bin Muchuan waved his hand: "I have been to this place dozens of times, and there is nothing to investigate. I just came here today to check. If you want to investigate something, you might as well keep an eye on him and persuade him to tell the truth."

These words sounded harsh to Ke Ziming, but he could only nod his head.

Watching the young doctor drive away, Bin Muchuan took out his mobile phone and made a call. After a few dozen seconds of ringing, the call was connected.

"Officer Binmo..." The voice on the other end of the phone sounded weak.

"Is it convenient? There is something I think I should tell you." Bin Muchuan said lightly.

"What, what's the matter?"

"Do you know Dr. Ke Ziming from the Orthopedics Department of the First Hospital?"

"..."

Bin Muchuan heard heavy breathing from the other end of the phone.

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After parking the car, Ke Ziming didn't go home directly, he didn't know how to face Mingming.Bin Muchuan's meaning was already very clear. Minglang was suspected of tampering with the brakes, but because there was no evidence, Bin Muchuan wanted him to confess.

Not only did this trip return in vain, but he was also warned by Bin Muchuan, which made him extremely annoyed for a while.

Do you want to ask, directly ask, directly ask if Minglang has tampered with the brakes?

No, he can't do that.

But if Bin Muchuan really finds out something, it's over.It is rumored that he likes to say "Strictness for resistance and leniency for confession" the most. If...

Ke Ziming shook his head, he couldn't do it.

When he got home, he saw his old mother watching TV silently, enjoying it.

"Is the TV broken?" he asked in surprise.

Ke's mother lowered her voice and said, "Keep down, he just fell asleep."

Ke Ziming blinked: "You are so considerate, I remember when I was sleeping, you didn't watch TV like this."

"Hehe, it sounds like I'm partial, and it's not that I'm looking for a partner. If you say that, feel free, and I'll drive to the maximum right away!" Mother Ke sneered, and took the remote control to open it. The sound of the TV.

Ke Ziming hurriedly raised his hands in surrender: "All right! My fault, my fault, I want to find a partner! Go ahead, I'll go see him."

Mother Ke said: "Forget it, it's time to go to bed. I'm going to bed. You clean up and go to bed quickly. Be gentle and don't disturb him."

Ke Ziming nodded helplessly.

Gently opened the door a crack, and through the dim light coming in from the window, Ke Ziming saw that the quilt on the bed was wrapped into a ball, and Qingming seemed to have completely wrapped himself in it.

He frowned slightly, and called softly: "Qingming?"

In the dimness, he saw the quilt move.

He walked in immediately, closed the door behind his back, then turned on the light and sat down beside the bed.He reached out and pulled the quilt, but didn't pull it down.Mingming grabbed the quilt tightly and didn't let go.

"Can I breathe after sleeping like this?" He sighed, "In short, you have to expose your head, right?"

The quilt moved slightly, but the person in the quilt still didn't make a sound.

"Qinglang?" Ke Ziming sensed something was wrong, and pulled the quilt away forcefully.

The quilt was torn off, Ming Lang curled up into a ball, holding his head in his hands, his body was shaking a little, as if he was crying.

Ke Ziming was stunned for a moment, and hurried to hold his hand: "Minglang, what's wrong with you? What's wrong? Let me see!"

Minglang resisted, refusing to show his face.The impatient Ke Ziming broke away his hands regardless, and pressed his hands on the bed, and soon he saw a pair of red, swollen, downcast eyes.

"Minglang...you—" Ke Ziming was stunned, and Minglang had obviously cried.

After being dazed for a while, he let go of Mingming's hand, picked him up from the bed and hugged him in his arms, stroking the other person's back and neck non-stop.

It hurts him to see this person cry.But he didn't know how to comfort him.

"I'm sorry..." A clear and hoarse voice rang in his ears.

Ke Ziming was stunned for a moment, and let go of the man in his arms: "You..."

With red eyes, Qingming tilted his head slightly and kissed the corner of his mouth, and then kissed his chin again.

Ke Ziming suddenly petrified into a sculpture, his eyes widened in disbelief, knowing that he was kissing himself? !

However, before he could finish being surprised, Ming Lang reached out to unbutton his shirt, his hands trembling.

His head was full of astonishment and doubts, he wondered if Qinglang was stimulated by something.

Hastily grabbing Qingming's hand, he stumbled and asked, "What happened? Don't do this, I..."

He couldn't say that he was afraid. It was really unreasonable for people in their thirties to say that they were afraid.But Minglang was so abnormal, he really didn't know how to deal with it.

Minglang raised his eyes, his red and swollen eyes were full of smiles: "Doctor, I like you very much."

Ke Ziming's head buzzed and then went blank. Minglang said he likes him? !He is confessing to himself!

The lips attached to his lips trembled a little, and he carefully pried open his lips and teeth as if probing. When Ke Ziming reacted, he realized that there was an extra piece of soft flesh in his mouth that did not belong to him.

Minglang was closing his eyes, kissing him cautiously.

Ah, this is someone he likes.

Almost out of control, he turned against the guest and pressed the person on the bed, a little overwhelmed with excitement.He couldn't wait to kiss the person next to him, with strong love between his teeth.After the long kiss ended, he saw the person under him looking at him with a blushing face and panting with a smile.

He stretched out his hand to touch the other person's forehead, and murmured, "I'm not dreaming..."

Minglang smiled: "I like you, really."

After he finished speaking, he took out a bunch of things from under the pillow beside him.

Ke Ziming was surprised and said, "Mingming, you..."

Minglang hooked his neck and smiled: "I know you don't have these at home, so I secretly bought them."

Ke Ziming smiled emotionally: "Qinglang, I love you."

The two love each other, and everything will come naturally.

When Ke Ziming woke up in the morning, the people beside him had already woken up and were staring at him ecstatically.

Ke Ziming smiled and said, "What are you looking at?"

"Doctor, you are very good-looking." Minglang also smiled, his voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes were a little swollen.

"Ah, why are you still called a doctor? You can either call her husband, or my brother, or just her name. You can choose one!"

Minglang was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly: "Brother Ziming."

Seeing this smile, Ke Ziming wished he could immediately take her to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get married.He loves this person so much and wants to take care of him for the rest of his life.Pulling him into his arms and rubbing his hairy head, Ke Ziming felt a burst of happiness.

"Come on, call again to listen! I love you so much!" Ke Ziming wanted to rub the other party into his arms.

"Brother Ziming." Mingming's voice was gentle, but his eyes were dark.

"That's great! That's great!" Ke Ziming held the other's face and kissed the other's lips, "What do you want to eat, I'll make breakfast!"

"Porridge."

"Okay, you lie down for a while, I'll..."

Before Ke Ziming finished speaking, there was a knock on the door of the room, and Ke's mother's kind voice sounded at the door: "Come out and have breakfast when you wake up, I cooked porridge!"

The two people on the bed were taken aback for a moment, then looked at each other and smiled.Ke Zi responded by name, and pulled Mingming to get up.

At the dining table, Mother Ke couldn't hide the smile on her face, she piled the plates containing fried eggs and meat buns directly in front of Minglang, and kept telling him to eat more.Ke Ziming also couldn't help smiling, staring at Minglang while drinking the porridge, almost pinning his eyes on the other party.

"Brother Ziming, I want to go home..." Minglang looked at Ke Ziming who was washing the dishes, although his voice was not loud, but he was firm.

Ke Ziming looked back at him and said, "Go back?"

Minglang lowered his head: "I'm going to pack my luggage, I can't always wear your clothes."

He was wearing Ke Ziming's clothes, which were loosely fitted on his body. Although they didn't fit well, they were unexpectedly charming.

Ke Ziming's eyes lit up when he heard the words: "I'll take you there!"

Minglang shook his head: "I can go by myself."

"You don't want me to go?" Ke Ziming was originally joking, but unexpectedly Minglang fell silent.

He hurriedly said, "Ahhh, I mean, can you take so many things by yourself?"

Mingming said: "It's just clothes."

Ke Ziming nodded and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you at home, you go and come back quickly."

"Hmm..." A strangeness flashed in Minglang's eyes, and he turned to leave.

"Qingming." Ke Ziming suddenly stopped him.

Bright look back.

Ke Ziming immediately lowered his head and kissed him, then smiled triumphantly and said, "Go."

Minglang smiled and went out.

The smile on Ke Ziming's face gradually disappeared. He dried his hands, took off his apron, and left the house.

The taxi stopped at the gate of the police station, and Ke Ziming saw a man standing on the steps at the gate of the police station, that was Bin Muchuan.And Minglang was opening the car door and getting out of the taxi.

He could see clearly that Minglang was walking towards Binmuchuan.

Shouldn't it be...

Two words came to Ke Ziming's mind, surrender.

Thinking of Minglang's red eyes from crying and his sudden confession last night, he instantly understood.

His heart shrank suddenly, he slammed the steering wheel to park the car aside, opened the door and chased him out.